Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

The medicinal herbs used to aid in training are not cheap. If you want to train quickly and steadily, medicinal baths and decoctions are indispensable.

The medicinal soup was drunk, and the body was thoroughly soaked in the medicinal bath.

Lin Quan, who earns 1.22 million a month, has no need to worry about this expense.

But he has life-related superpowers, and he has neither taken a medicinal bath nor drunk any medicinal soup.

Wherever the body is injured, the life force turns and it is immediately restored.

The Bagua Palm, which should have been agile and entangled, was instead trained by him to be a direct and ruthless force, both fast and heavy.

"Master doesn't smoke, he only drinks. Take a few bottles with you."

He takes in eighty apprentices every month, and his house is piled high with cigarettes and alcohol.

"The new house was finished more than two months ago, so I'm taking some time to add some furniture and appliances."

"I'll move here so I don't have to commute back and forth every day."

I picked out six bottles of Wuguye (a traditional Chinese medicine) costing over 400 yuan each, put them in the trunk, and drove straight to Zhao's Martial Arts School.

When his apprentices made money from their shop, the cigarettes and alcohol they gave him were priced at around four hundred per bottle or pack.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Tiezhu feigned anger: "Ah Quan, I haven't even finished the wine you brought last time, and you're carrying another case?"

"Master, you didn't accept a single penny of tuition fees. These are your disciples' way of showing our respect to you." Lin Quan said with a smile as he unloaded the wine.

"Go ahead and sell it; tobacco and liquor stores will buy it," Zhao Tiezhu waved his hand.

"It's not appropriate to resell something given to you for money," Lin Quan said with a smile.

"That's true." Zhao Tiezhu nodded. "Let's have a couple of drinks later, you and me."

Around 9 p.m., Lin Quan left the martial arts school.

The next morning, while the braised goose was still soaking in the braising liquid, he drove to the county town.

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In less than an hour, I had everything I needed to buy.

Back at the Sichuan-style braised goose restaurant, we waited for more than half an hour before the first customer walked in.

"Shall we have cold noodles for lunch?" Lin Quan asked his apprentices.

"Okay!" everyone readily agreed.

"Hey boss, you sell cold noodles too?" The customer glanced at the bowls on the table.

"I'm not selling them, I made them myself." Lin Quan took out fifty dollars and asked his apprentice to buy dried noodles.

"You should serve cold noodles! Yours must be delicious, you'll definitely make money!" the customer smacked his lips.

"We're already too busy making braised goose and braised eggs," Lin Quan said with a wry smile, shaking his head.

Earning 1.2 yuan for a bowl of cold noodles is indeed more profitable than braised goose.

A bundle of dry noodles costs two dollars and can make seven bowls; each bowl sells for two dollars, so the net profit is at least one dollar and twenty cents.

He was aware of the costs, but he had no intention of selling cold noodles.

It's too labor-intensive... Cooking noodles, drizzling oil, cooling them—everything takes time and effort; over 20 million? One person simply can't handle that.

Braised goose is much simpler: the fresh goose is basically cleaned when it arrives, rinsed with water, thrown into a large stainless steel pot, some seasonings are added halfway through, and that's it.

Selling it is much easier: weighing, chopping, mixing, packaging, and collecting money.

When regular customers order several at once, they don't even need to cut them.

The tasks of drizzling oil, separating the pieces, and spreading them out to cool were all left to the apprentices.

Lin Quan picked up a knife himself and, with a few swift movements, neatly shredded a goose into small pieces.

"Boss, do you still sell cold noodles?" a regular customer asked, pointing to the bowls on the table.

"I ate it myself," Lin Quan replied.

"I'm a regular customer, sell me one."

"Okay." Lin Quan nodded, ladled out a bowl, and handed it over.

"It smells so delicious, it must be yummy!" The customer paid and left with the cold noodles and braised goose.

After selling sixty braised geese in the morning, Lin Quan chopped off two, mixed them with seasonings, and brought them out.

Twenty apprentices, each goose weighs around six pounds, two geese are just enough to share.

"Eat as much as you want, and I'll cut more if you're still hungry," Lin Quan said with a laugh.

A goose can be sold for 110 yuan, while the cost is just over 80 yuan.

"Master, this cold noodle dish is absolutely amazing."

"This is the first time in my life I've ever had such a satisfying cold noodle dish."

"I studied Sichuan cuisine, so I'm alright. Cold noodles and braised dishes are my two best dishes."

"Master, how much is the tuition at the Oriental Culinary Academy?"

"Back then, I studied for half a year, paid 1,500 yuan, and with the textbooks, tools, and practical materials, I spent more than 5,000 yuan in total."

"Only 1500? That's so cheap?"

"When I enrolled, the college was just starting out, and there weren't many students. You think it was cheap? Not long after I entered the school, I was already following the teachers to pick up jobs outside."

"Master, did you learn your braised goose cooking skills at the academy?"

"I figured out the braising liquid recipe myself through trial and error. What the school taught was just a basic furnace..."

"Master, please teach us how to make cold noodles?"

"Okay, you can get the materials yourselves."

"Thank you, Master!"

Two braised geese and four bundles of cold noodles made from dried noodles were served, with not even a drop of broth left.

Around nine o'clock in the evening, Lin Quan entered a grove of trees and practiced Baguazhang with a clear mind.

His moves are steady and deliberate, his power is decisive, and his palm strikes are so fast they seem to fly.

"Mingjin, it's finally done."

He casually chopped at the tree trunk with his palm... and the living tree, as thick as a bowl, snapped in two.

Living trees are more resilient and much harder to break than dried wood of the same thickness and species.

He can easily sever a living tree with a single palm strike, or cut timber of the same size.

Lin Quan clapped his hands, turned around, went down the mountain, and drove back to his residential area.

"Next time I run into Wu Biao, I can cripple him with one palm strike."

The middle-aged man in sportswear who beat his master so badly he vomited blood last time was Wu Biao, the head of the Wing Chun school.

In the desolate wilderness, Wu Biao intended to kill someone to silence them.

As a result, he was severely injured by Lin Quan. He was resentful but dared not make a move in the city.

Kill Lin Quan or Zhao Tiezhu? The police will be the first to come knocking.

Last time, Wu Biao's murderous intent was impulsive, and he spent more than half a month in the hospital. That ruthlessness had long since dissipated.

If Lin Quan or Zhao Tiezhu suddenly disappeared, he would immediately become the prime suspect.

Time flies, and three years have passed since Lin Quan came to Zhejiang Prefecture.

"The account has 39.85 million, and there are only seven people left who have made reservations to learn how to make Sichuan-style braised goose."

A week later, after teaching the last seven students, he closed the shop.

"After being reborn, I spent more than three months in high school, half a year in culinary school, and three years selling braised goose in Zhejiang Province. I never had a real day off."

"The Lunar New Year is approaching, so I'll go back to my hometown and build the house. Everything else can wait."

The store was cleared out at low prices, and the storefront was rented out.

Good location, large area, monthly rent of 20,000, one month's deposit and three months' rent in advance.

Three years ago, a shop of the same size would have earned at most three thousand yuan a month.

Over the past three years, China's economy has been on a steady upward trajectory.

More than a billion people returned with memories from twenty years in the future, and even the Star Kingdom couldn't keep up with the pace.

If you have the right path in your mind, why would you take a roundabout way?

As the economy grows, wages rise, and prices also rise.

Three years ago, braised goose in Linquan cost eighteen yuan per catty;

Now, it's 26 yuan per jin (500g).

He didn't charge a single penny for the skill fee to teach how to make braised goose or for the authorization fee to use the "Sichuan Braised Goose" brand.

After rummaging through the piles of cigarettes and alcohol at home, Lin Quan picked out most of them and sold them to the cigarette and alcohol shop at the street corner.

I can't finish smoking or drinking it all myself, and I don't know who to give it to.

More than two thousand apprentices, each of whom gave him at least a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of wine;

There were quite a few more, which were delivered two or three times in total.

Of the more than 39 million yuan in savings, 30 million yuan was deposited in a five-year fixed deposit with an annual interest rate of 12%. The interest alone amounted to 3.6 million yuan per year, which was more than enough for daily expenses.

With over a billion people collectively reborn, and the Yanhuang Kingdom boasting high interest rates—a deposit annual interest rate of twelve percent—it's not unusual.

Investments may offer higher returns, but the risks are high and your principal could be lost.

"With 3.6 million in interest and 20,000 in monthly rent, life is very stable."

Fifty cartons of cigarettes were loaded onto the truck, the doors and windows were locked, and Lin Quan started the engine.